A/N: Tumblr prompt about Sherlock and John being cute and fighting over something trivial. I guess this is what my brain thinks that means so. Read & review!
It had been a quiet few months at 221B. John had still been recovering from losing Sherlock when he had miraculously come back. Not really miraculously since it had all been planned—John was still angry about that.
But the detective had been on his best behavior and John was beginning to soften up. Time without him had been unbearable and now that Sherlock was back, John realized he needed him.
One day, John woke up with an odd feeling in his stomach. It was oddly quiet in the house—living with Sherlock had taught him that was never a good thing. He cautiously prepared himself—mentally and physically—to leave his room.
John Watson had not been prepared for that. The already unkempt living room was covered in confetti. He had many questions race through his mind but before he could stop and focus on one, he yelled.
"SHERLOCK!"
In seconds, his flatmate appeared.
"Hello John, sleep well? Judging by you—"he began his usual deductions but was interrupted by John flailing about.
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS THIS SHERLOCK? WHERE DID YOU GET CONFET—WHY?" raged the Doctor.
It was like talking to a brick wall. Sherlock would never understand why walking into a room full of confetti John would be the one to clean would upset him.
He tuned back into the conversation to hear Sherlock saying, "I just wanted you to have fun John!"
John laughed. "Fun? Fun? You were dead to me for ages and you're trying to get me to have fun?"
John looked at Sherlock with such intensity that he couldn't figure it out.
"Okay Sherlock. I'll have fun. What, do you have a pinata?"
Sherlock smiled. "Actually I do."
And so the two of them spent all day beating pinatas, throwing confetti at each other, and for the first time John Watson wasn't worried about losing Sherlock Holmes again.